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Chapter 166: Act of Sovereignty

Penulis: R.J. Sterling
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-03-25 00:15:42

The world didn’t end with a bang; it ended with a heartbeat that wasn’t mine.

I lay against the jagged edge of the pod, my chest a hollowed-out cavern where a rhythm used to be. My right side—the living side—was a numb landscape of failing nerves, while my left side was a cold, unyielding monument of quartz. Every breath I dragged through the shards of glass in my throat sounded like a tectonic shift.

Ga-chi. Ga-chi.

The sound of my own petrified lungs was the on

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